the good times are killing me.

what's the bad part about having a totally amazing ridiculously perfect awesome vacation? the part where it ends.

i'm not asking for anyone to feel sorry for me here, but getting back to reality sucks. my house is a mess, we have no food in the fridge, sam is back at work, the laundry needs to be done... you get the idea. poor me. well, not really. coming home to all that? was worth the last two amazing weeks.

so basically, i'm tired. we got home last night at midnight & i haven't quite hit the ground running. there's a lot of stuff that needs to be done around here but i'm taking my time settling in. what's the rush, right? afterall, i'm still on island time.